#30daysofpoetry

[just-someb0dys-daughter]

twelve

Why is love all I know to write of

When it is the least of what I know

Hope the most important to hold onto

But the easiest to let go

Why is it that what we wish for

Consumes our minds and souls

Is this all that they will see

Once I've gone and paid my toll

[askaboutmyaccent]

Abandonment/ Amy Greenfield

On the bowl of

night’s tumultuous moon;

blood-spot moon;

moon of silver shrapnel;

decapitated moon eclipsed

in a scarred dawn spilling

tears of blood trammeling

the contaminated ocean

red with madness:

If only I could run out my body;

disintegrate into

everlasting echoes hidden

inside pores of sand.

If only I could fly craving

into the suns belly.

But im enslaved inside

the body of a woman.

I walk on blades

towards the gleaming slice

of the water’s knife.

There

an exotic bird

cries sweet and strange.

I find you.

[opswaggirl]

hybridization

i picked up my pen again and,

felt the characters rush back to my mind.

the same ones i pushed off,

deeming that there is no time.

it was all part of a friendly rivalry,

one between the practical and emotional mind.

a life where we chose singularly,

but now i choose to intertwine.

[jananathebanana]

30 Days of Poetry: Day 6

One day, I was at school and I broke my shoe.  The strap of the sandal snapped, and I didn’t know what to do. 

Most young kids, would call their parents and have them bring another pair of shoes. 

Not me, I never thought, to call my parents. Instead, I got some glue, and fixed my shoe.

I have parents that love me, I’m sure they do. But I cannot rely on them, I have been made independent, by my own pseudo-abandonment. 

slap some glue,  on your shoe, catch the bus home. I know what to do.

tomorrow is a new day, a new battleground, another broken shoe  to face. 

[scatterbrainsdiary-blog]

Hello folks! For today's post we have a poem that I performed at an open mic last evening. Hope you like it. This one is titled The Quilt. . . . The Quilt Detachment comes easy when you have nothing to hold on, grasp onto, cling on to with your dear life. But, when your mind is filled with a thousand incoherent thoughts, wispy dreams and terrifying premonitions , when apprehensions swings its long talons clawing at your self confidence, how do you detach yourself when your worst nightmare is playing in front of your eyes? Do you cry until your eyes evaporate , Do you wallow in your sorrows and sink to dark deep depths, winding through its dark alleys , cavernous and vicious? Do you take lonely walks in your mind's eye revisiting memories, desperately holding onto the last shred of hope? No. You pull yourself up from the mound of your shattered memories, a whimsical collage! Gather every bit of you that you can find, pick up bits that you have learnt along the way, collect the pieces of your life like the vibrant patches of cloth heaped in a tailor’s dingy workshop. There is a bit of warli print with the man dancing, his partner is snipped off. Nevermind Pair him up with the lovely batik bird which has lost a wing, surround them with half handed kalamkari women dancing with pots. Throw in bits of ikkat for the pop. Piece together bits and bobs, what you own, what you find, something borrowed and lots of smiles. Stitch your multi coloured quilt, bursting with life, Colors exploding from their imperfect faces Memories woven into a talkative embroidery Telling your stories of victory and failures. Spread it it out so you can  see all it's colors, Admire it's ragged edges and it's meticulous stitches , Your precious collage of Your own making. Tuck yourself into it tonight And dream sweet dream till daylight. . #poetrygram #poetrygram #poetry #shypoet #poetsofinstagram #poet #poetrycommunity #octoberpoetrychallenge #octoberpoetry #octoberflc #writersofinstagram #writer #lifepoetry #inspirationalquotes #30daysofpoetry #poetrychallenge #photopoetry #poemsforthesoul #soulpoetry

[just-someb0dys-daughter]

two

I told my secrets to the stars

I asked the galaxies for love

All that was whispered in return

Was a sad smile from above

My fate was written in the stardust

Long settled in the night

I held onto bitter hope

Still clinging to my fight

It is by these demons now

Through which my plight is shown

Tearing pages of old memories

A heart made to be alone

Laughter dancing through a garden

Hiding kisses under trees

A soul screams against the heartbreak

Silenced with fingertips on glistening leaves

[askaboutmyaccent]

No Man Made Woman/Corri Elizabeth

Man made religion,

and religion made me

afraid

to be a woman, to walk

in my body, to meet

your raking eye.

This earth I am I was

eternies before your sky

myth made believe

my flesh was your bone

gone somehow bad,

in need of hiding.

You were not before I was.

The simplest science

understands we came to be

together. So no more

intersessions in shadowy

boxes with shady confessors,

no hoodwinked heart.

It’s direct sun I need,

air on my skin, my own

communion of Body

and Light.

[opswaggirl]

let's go

ice cream, toys, adventures galore

we'll fly away together, hop aboard.

no time to rest! explore the nests, of

the nature around us and far out in space.

so quick! so strong! a high-speed chase.

we run along and dive into the seas, to

a big island with one castle and many, many trees.

we save the day and find the keys!

to fly back home and tell our stories with ease.

lettuce

lettuce is kind of gross.

it reminds me of my toes -and and

sometimes it tastes like it too.

my mom puts it in my turkey and cheese sandwich

so, i pretend it's not there. i hold my nose tightly and

make a face and i throw it out. my friends go "eww!".

when i go home after a long day at school,

mommy asks if i ate my greens... i try to lie.

lettuce is kind of gross. it tastes like smelly toes!

but because of mommy's superpower,

she always knows.

wrote two poems for day 13 of #30daypoetrychallenge - "write a poem a child would like"